At the end of the days,
that’s all my poems will be

Clever

cleverly creative

And I,

I can’t help but feel

discourage

Oh COVID,
You made me mask my shyness
And forced me to raise my voice
Now every so often I have a sore throat

This makes me feel like you have made
a home out in my body

It’s seems that that’s effect you have on people
You are so contagious, that even those
who do not have you, think
That they may have you as an unwanted guest
Wrecking havoc in their lungs,

Throat

*cough

I’m tired of empathizing
It only gets you hurt

Empathizing turns you into a balance
where you carry everyone’s weight
including your own

So if you are not strong
everyone’s weight pulls you
down

six feet under

if you are not careful enough

You do not love me
I know you do not
For love is a fire that does not burn

Here I am cold
freezing in agony
freezing
and getting burnt

I’m just charcoal
completely gone

I cry! Oh cry on arms so warm
on limbs that pull me up but also
push me down
I cry! Oh cry on eyes so blind
on ears so deaf
on lips so mute
to me
to me

standing near a precipice
too wide, too deep, near a void
with darkness unseen
i grab a rock.
i walk. i hear a crack.
i talk.
i stare down below

no long ago, i climbed my way up
with ****** hands, with injured knees
i made my way
to where blue skies and green trees
are seen

now, standing near this precipice
staring down below
i hear the darkness calling my soul
i feel my skin rejecting the sun
the greens does not appeal to me anymore
colors are dull

i want to let go
i want to experience a free fall
i want to embrace the darkness
in a way, i never have before

So while standing near this precipice
while staring down below
i hear a crack. i hear a clock ticking.
tick tock. i walk. I talk.
I toss the rock.

written in the sky
is my name a star
blinking from afar